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There isn’t a whole lot that can be said about Eau Sauvage that hasn’t already been, and the general consensus (with which I agree) is that it’s a masterpiece, but I will give it my grand review nonetheless. The famed Mr. Roudnitska would only make 3 masculines (unless you count 1951’s unisex Eau d’Hermés) in his time as a perfumer, and this is the only one still being produced, if that’s any indication of it’s timeless power. The first masculine created by the famed perfumer (Moustache by Rochas in 1949) was more or less an early blueprint of the male chypre, but the virile animalic potency of that scent wasn’t for everyone, despite it’s light dusting of citrus and lavender on top to keep it fresh and austere by the day’s standard. The unisex Eau d’Hermés ultimately favored by men was further in the sexually-charged direction, and Eau Sauvage seems to be it’s equal-opposite successor to Moustache, but this time Roudnitzka would go it without the help of his wife Theresa to create the scent, whom was a huge source of input for Moustache, and the resultant creation was ironically more feminine, or at least more gender-neutral than Eau d’Hermés could ever hope to be. Eau Sauvage would also prove to be the first male scent for designer Christian Dior, with a whole story behind it’s naming, and the whole thing was just a big deal all around. I never knew any of this going in of course, but it’s fun learning later that “Eau Sauvage” not only means “Wild Water” in French, but was a corrupting of “Oui Sauvage”, the way in which Christian Dior’s butler addressed his friend Percy Savage when he came to visit the designer’s home. Just lovely bits of character that make the scent that much sweeter! The formula of this couldn’t really be simpler, which is it’s beauty to be honest. It’s classified as a chypre, but it doesn’t really contain the prerequisite hoary animalic base notes, but we give that a slide since literally everything else is textbook chypre. It opens with lemon rosemary, a lavender, bergamot, which is fairly barbershop-ish in modern times. After the lemon and rosemary greet you, petitgrain, jasmine, and a light dusting of sandalwood comes up to say hello in the middle, and after it dries, the textbook oakmoss, musk, amber and a touch of vetiver for a masculine edge holds your hand for the rest of the experience. That’s it! No fuss, no muss, no civet or castoreum to sour or sharpen the mix, just heaps of fresh, green sophistication through a use of just a few primary vegetable notes and once-animalic but since synthetic fixatives (ambergris and deer musk have long since ceased being in commercial perfume even before Eau Sauvage came long). There is a drawback to this purely herbal composition, and that is the scent has pretty mediocre projection like a typical Avon/Mary Kay or department store fragrance under $30USD; it’s totally okay if you want something that requires folks to come a little closer to enjoy your aura, but for the projection-means-better guys, this one won’t do. Eau Sauvage does have pretty mean longevity though, and it should for the price: this one still goes between $60-$90USD even after being over 50 years old! It’s a testament to it’s desirability and staying power I suppose, and Dior has spun off a half-dozen flankers including 2 parfum formulations, an “extreme”, and “extreme intense” and now one just called “Sauvage” (a modern reboot but not a replacement), all of which sit alongside the eponymous original. Most people who smell Eau Sauvage now for the first time aren’t even aware of it’s age, since it’s fresh, semi-sweet, and green tones just make it so classy and timeless. There is a certain degree of person who won’t like stuff such as this because it doesn’t have any richness to it, or chemical oomph of modern scents; I have heard some people liken this to a middle-aged man’s contemporary scent, in that you have to be over a certain age to pull it off, but once you reach that age (regardless of when you were spawned), it will instantly be your signature scent. There is truth in these words to some degree, as I probably would not have appreciated something this dapper and soft in my early 20’s as I do now, despite it’s “wild” nomenclature. If nothing else, this joins the ranks of scents like Caron Pour Un Homme (1934), Canoe (1936), Chanel Pour Monsieur (1955), Monsieur Givenchy (1959), Aramis (1965), Kouros (1981), Eternity for Men (1989), Acqua di Gio (1996), and other time-worn men’s essential classics that should be experienced, if not owned, at some point in a guy’s lifespan. The scent works in nearly all seasons, and for nearly all occasions, all times of day, and is literally so well balanced, it could be my one-and-only desert island fragrance if I had to reduce everything I owned down to one selection. I only hold back on wearing it more with respect to the rest of my collection. If the art of the male chypre had an apex point, it would be this scent, and it’s no wonder fougères overtook these chypre scents a decade or so after this. Where else was there left to go after Eau Sauvage? That’s a question still waiting for an answer 50+ years later.
